Chapter 42: 'The Smell of Blood”

Chapter 42: “The Smell of Blood”

A sense of urgency filled the air as Matthew witnessed the dire condition of Weasley on the ground, Nevilles distressed cries, and the frightened Evans.

The situation seemed surreal to Matthew as if he was an outsider observing a terrible scene.

Professor Trocar spoke up; first, his voice trembling noticeably, I believe this is an attack, Professor Rosier . Matthew couldnt help but notice the unease in his tone.

Meanwhile, Professor Rosier approached Ron, examining his wounds with a serious expression.

The blood loss is severe, Professor Rosier noted, her voice weighed down. And lingering toxins in the wound seem to be causing this condition.

Professor Rosier draw her wand, Rennervate! A fleeting glimmer of hope appeared as Rons eyes briefly lit up, only to fade away again.

Professor Trocar shook his head, his voice filled with concern. The wound is not responding to the spells. Its unlikely to heal

Suddenly, a commotion broke out behind them, interrupting their focus. Mr. Pringle, the Hogwarts Caretaker, arrived in a panic, Professor Rosier! Thank goodness you are here! MyMy dog, MrMr Donald, has gone rabid!

But his words trailed off as he took in the sight of Weasleys sorry state. The arrival of other students further heightened the tension, their initial liveliness replaced by shock and silence.

This what on earth is happening? Mr. Pringle stammered, bewildered.

Perhaps it has something to do with your dogs sudden madness. Professor Rosier responded in a hushed voice.

She then turned her attention to Mr. Pringle and issued a command, Apollyon, take this boy to the school hospital. Matthew took a moment to realize that she was referring to Mr. Pringle.

Matthew couldnt help but turn his gaze toward Professor Trocar, observing him closely.

I didnt notice anything, Professor Trocar calmly explained. When I arrived, Mr. Weasley, Mr. Crabbe, and Mr. Goyle were already in that condition. I tried my best to assist Mr. Weasley, but his pain only slightly subsided

Professor Rosier lowered her head, swiftly jotting down notes with her quill. After a brief moment, she looked up again. Very well, you may all return now. I will go to the Hospital Wing to check on the boys condition.

The four of them exited the Headmistresss Office simultaneously, their hearts burdened by the gravity of the situation.

Feeling concerned, Matthew approached Professor Trocar, Professor Trocar. he called out softly.

Turning around, Professor Trocar faced him, his weary face even paler and bloodless. His voice trembled slightly as he spoke. Yes, Wickfield, what is it?

Matthews worry was evident as he asked, Will Weasley be alright?

Professor Trocar initially shook his head, then hesitantly nodded. He let out a soft sigh and continued, The chances of his survival are slim.

Thank you, Professor. Matthew said quickly, expressing his gratitude.

Matthew, come and help me with this, would you? Neville shouted.

Matthew then turned and hastened to join Neville in moving the cleaning supplies.

As they worked together, Matthew couldnt help but close his eyes for a moment.

The scent of blood seemed to linger around Professor Trocar, intensifying his concerns.